Follow the Leader | Halloween in Glover Park is Pretty Amazing
Halloween in Glover Park is pretty amazing. (Shut up, I know it’s November 6th.)
This year we were at the head of the neighborhood parade again. This isn’t a coveted position. It just means you got to the lineup late and last, so when the entire gang of people turn around to head out, you’re suddenly at the front.
The first year we lived here we were at the head of the parade. M was little and Chubs was just a few months old so we decided to take a short cut back to our house. And everyone followed us, because, hey, parade! When we went up the steps to our house the rest of the parade (the entire neighborhood) ended up milling around the front of our house. Follow the leader doesn’t work if the leader is an idiot.
This year we made it to the Manor House! It did not disappoint.
The entire neighborhood of Glover Park explodes in costumed children and candy for Halloween. They know how to do it right here. After an hour of trick-or-treating, my children decided they would rather pass out the candy. For M this actually meant passing out the candy. For Chubs this meant eating the candy. Real Estate Dad and I were thinking to just let the littles gorge themselves and they would get sick of the candy. No such luck. M and Chubs got to a point of complete insanity where they just couldn’t calm down and shut their engines off. It drove me temporarily insane. The wine helped.
Then, because I’m a glutton for punishment, we went to Hershey Park for the weekend. Actually we went because it was a central location for the board of East Coast Corgi Rescue to meet in person! It was so nice to be in the same room (with 6 corgis and Ziggy the terrier) while we planned out the future of the rescue. I still cannot believe I started the rescue from my chair two years ago in the middle of the night one night and it’s exploded to be so huge and so amazing.
I went up to Hershey early Saturday morning with the dogs and we had our meeting during the day. Then Real Estate Dad came up with the girls later in the day. What I had grossly miscalculated was the end result of my not being home during the packing process. Typically I pack the girls clothes and then give them each a bag and say you can fill it with toys, books, whatever, but it has to zip closed.
Chubs is a hoarder.
Real Estate Dad is a sucker.
Chubs pretty much brought everything she owns and some things she doesn’t with her for the weekend. And she unpacked it all into the hotel drawers.
There was more trick or treating at Hershey. The girls again got so out of hand, it was misery in the hotel room. I took them out to the hall and said “Let’s play follow the leader” because I’m clearly so good at it for the Glover Park Parade. I did probably a dozen laps through the halls of the hotel and the lobby doing all kinds of stupid stuff to wear them out. The only one who got worn out was me. I did hit my 10,000 steps though. I went back to the room huffing and puffing and told Real Estate Dad to get out there and wear them out.
He was back in a few minutes. They were still bouncing off the walls.
This is the nicest time of year workload-wise, for me. The real estate market slows as it get closer to the holidays. It’s a good time to plan for next year and a good time to do more things with the kids.
Summer Nanny (who is now year-round-nanny) told me that when she was picking the girls up from school, someone in M’s class said, “That’s your nanny? Are her tattoos real or fake?” When M said they were real, she said, “My mom says only people in prison have tattoos.”
Here we are, Summer Nanny and I, ready for the slammer.